"Gorge yourself with wine: already the star
that marks the summer from its celestial
round returns,
everything is parched with thirst,
and the air fumes with the heat.
Sharp among the leaves of the trees
the sweet cicada from under its wings
densely vibrates its song, when
the sun at its peak crumbles the earth.
Only the thistle is in bloom:
the females are avid in their sex,
the males have little vigor, now that Sirius
dries the head and the knees."
Created by d'Araprì